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Pulling back with what sounds like a regretful groan, he gets up and takes me by the hand, and tugs me to my feet. “I should get you home.” I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me with a long, slow kiss. “Some things are worth waiting for, Penny. And this”—he presses his hips against me, showing me how bad he truly wants me—“is one of them.”
“OK.” I let out a resigned sigh and pout up at him, but deep down, I do understand. We have the rest of our lives to be together. We can draw this first time out a little longer since it’s the only first time we’ll get. However, I’m thoroughly looking forward to everything that comes after. If it feels as good as this did tonight, I might never want to leave his arms, which is precisely the moment when the solution to us being together hits me. Suddenly, all of the roadblocks fall down, and the pieces fit together, and if I’m correct, it’ll mean I won’t have to leave the island at the end of summer after all. “You can take me home.” I give him a happy sigh this time, a plan formulating in my head. If this works, we can definitely have it all.
Corey
As soon as I get home from dropping Penny off, I head straight for the shower, stripping my clothes off with each step. My cock is so fucking hard it could punch holes through concrete. Having Penny writhe beneath me, touching her, tasting her, making her moan was almost more than I could stand. And I was so tempted to give in and take her to my bed, but now that she’s safely at home, I’m glad I held out. Even though my balls are practically hanging to my knees they’re so heavy.
Flicking the water on, I barely get under the stream before I’m fisting my shaft in long torturous pulls, diving my head beneath the showerhead, the rushing sound filling my ears and making it so the only thing that fills my senses is her.
Penny.
I brace my hand against the tiled wall, imagining her on her knees in front of me, her sweet mouth surrounding my shaft as she tries to swallow me to the root. I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times, but this time the fantasy feels like it’s in 3D. I know the shape of her by touch. I’ve seen the milkiness of her skin and the pink and rose tones of her nipples and folds. I know what she sounds like when she climaxes, when she moans, when she whimpers,when she begs for me.And before long, my cock is unloading in what feels like a never-ending release, images of her wide and innocent eyes looking up at me as she swallows me down filling my mind and making me feel like a dirty old man. Because that’s what I am, right? I’m not old by any stretch of the mark, but compared to Penny, I’m fucking ancient.
Fuck.
I feel elated, in love, and like a total shithead asshole at the same time. But I can’t stop. Not now. Not when I know she’s ready to become mine.
The rest…well, we’ll just have to work it out. Somehow.
Penny
"Oh, you still live here, do you?" Mom says as I walk past the kitchen on the way to my bedroom. She's sitting at the table with a cigarette in her hand, and an ashtray and a half-eaten sandwich in front of her. It’s almost midnight, and I can’t tell if she’s home from work or getting ready to leave. Mom works shifts as a nurse and often pulls doubles for the extra pay. Growing up, Rob and I got really good at looking after ourselves due to how often she takes on extra.
Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. She's always worked hard to make sure we have everything we need. But at the same time, I don't really know her. And I know that's the consequence of my dad leaving her to pay all the bills on her own. It's a sucky situation that she didn’t ask for and had to make the best of.
Maybe one day when Rob and I are older and completely responsible for ourselves, she'll be able to work a little less and live a little more. Maybe then we will figure each other out.
"Hey, Mom,” I say, taking a seat across from her after giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Are you coming home or getting ready to leave?"
"Going out," she says, but it sounds a bit more like a groan. "Short staffed at the moment, so I'm taking the cash while it's on offer. Where are you coming from?"
"Oh, I'm just getting home from watching a movie with a friend."
Her eyebrows lift as she assesses me. Despite me feeling like I don't know her, her motherly intuition always means she knows me. It's difficult to hide anything in her presence. She seems to read me like a book. "A friend? Boyfriend or girlfriend?"
"Does it matter?" I say, the corner of my mouth tilting up in a sly grin.
"A boy," she summarizes with a definitive nod. "What's his name and how did you meet him? Is he going to college at the end of summer too?"
"About college…" I start, avoiding her questions and watching the way her face immediately changes from girlish interest to stern concern.
"No," she says without letting me continue. "Absolutely not."
"You don't even know what I was about to say," I argue.
Her eyebrows shoot up. "I know exactly what you're about to say because I said it to my mother once too. You've met a boy, and you feel like you’re head over heels in love, and now you don't want to go to college anymore."
"No! Well, not exactly—I still want to go to college. But I was thinking maybe I could go to college on the island instead. They have a digital media course here and it'll mean I can still do what I want to do while also getting to stay where I’m happy."
"So you want to risk losing your place at Berkeley—a position you worked your entire high school career for—over a boy you just met," she says, folding her arms in front of her as she stabs her cigarette out in the ashtray. “I don’t know what to say to that. It’s insanity.”
“I didn't just meet him," I say. "I've known him for years, but we just realized how we felt now."
"Penelope Jessica Frost," she says, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes. "I am not letting you do this. You've worked too hard and dreamed too long to let your feelings for a boy change your course in life.”
“I’m not asking you, Mom. I’m telling you what I want. I’m eighteen—legally an adult—I can choose the school I want, surely.”
“Not this late in the game,” she says, shaking her head as she lights up another cigarette even though she didn’t finish the last one. “And not when it’smymoney paying it. No. No way. If this relationship is as important as you say it is, it will still exist when you graduate."
